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just doo doo doo She wanna know what I'm doing I told her just don't even touch me I gotta get it I told her she a white bitch just giving me Becky
heard at evening. Crickets echo in an independent sound. Rhyme, and tell his story and breathe breathe. A shrill, loud alarm, incessantly repeated.
please I'm finna make a nine-year-old white kid speak Chinese Ay, Chuck E. Cheeses I think I'm finna call Jesus Nowadays I always say, yes, please-es
My club is all pros like the brand of a white tee Only a million dollars in my hand will excite me And I tour across the atlas then I plan to go
Hear the fires crackle And the crickets chirp And there are bluffs On the banks of the Cumberland Where I can see the sun rise From a world
Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man, Mr. Ice Cream Man) Hit the blocks dressed in white with some baggy girbaud's A pocket full of stones,
I might pop out in a white tee Stunting on niggas that's why they don't like me They must know that I'm a crisis Freddy Krueger how these niggas be
on You'll get a right to the grill, I'm white and I ill A descendant of Dublin with titanic skill I ducked and I swing, next thing your jaw's broken Punk I
them windows back up Money in the air, who say white men can't jump? Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump Let me get the phone
both my hands and feet All my little white lies Smell like a big old bucket of bleach In one ear And out your other So lock and key You won't
I like driving down those Old dirt country roads I love to listen to the sound of The crickets on my back porch I like catching fish on a cane Pole
I pour up a lot, past, present, future Syrup and sprite, turn that shit fuschia Hawaiian Punch, Alo-hallelujah We got that white girl workin' like
(VERSE1) Hit the blocks dress in white with some medicine balls a pocket full of stone 3g's and try to loge these hoes. In the taz coming sick cause its
the mountains Are you with me Are you with me Riding white rapid rivers Through the sculpted land Toward the sea Are you with me Are you with me Riding mellow
I stick with my people like nails in a casket Shoot at you bitches I hit em like basket Keep a white a baby Im growing from cabbage Feeling like
du kein' Termin, ah (huh) Broke Boys, Gang, uh Good Dope, Good Dope Kunden kommen mit der Bahn oder Bus (Gang, Gang) White Bitch, doch sie ist
Black pussy, white pussy, pink pussy, blue,
The name of the game is a Little Boy Blue, ai... Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, right on, here we go...
Gettin' it cricket, slangin' 'em sideways, walkin' up the streets Residuals, re-enactments, constantly repeatedly burnin' Vogues Flamboastin', high-sidin,
that simple, it's just human nature What's that guy doing, I wonder? I still got orange and white cassette tapes Tents where my neighbor came
Sheets dance on the line White as the clouds gone by Screen door kicking time As kids melt into the sky You're making your moves Trying just
I ran it up athlete Boy you clutch as a Shaq three Roll up the woods long as Shaq feet Whole lotta good in my backie Whole lotta white, ash knee
At the park, with my homie sipping red Kool-Aid (ahh) Got approached by this white dude (damn, who that) dark blue shades Thick accent, asked me if
At the park, with my homie sipping red Kool-Aid (ahh) Got approached by this white dude dark blue shades Thick accent, asked me if I'm tryna get paid
hearing crickets since I mixed it Up With their white momma During a sexual coma Body's burning sweating like a sauna Thought of naming her Lana Rhodes
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